Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ukraine and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Harpers Bizarre to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Joe Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
Arthur Verocai,
Fear,
The Dirtbombs,
Al Stewart,
Sex Pistols,
Ultravox,
Simply Red,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lucky Dragons,
Kurtis Blow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
Arcadia,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
Half Japanese,
Freddie Wadling,
Pylon,
The Durutti Column,
the Association,
Neil Young,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television Personalities,
ABC,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Duran Duran,
The Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slave,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Loose Ends,
Eli Mardock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
Y Pants,
Ituana,
Minnie Riperton,
The Busters,
The Velvet Underground,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Letta Mbulu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter & Gordon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scan 7,
Ice-T,
Oblivians,
Scion,
Ken Boothe,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.